"Not even as good as, yet," answered Harry slowly. "Of course you know what I feel. Everybody knows that, though I've never talked about it--even to her." "Why not to her? Isn't that rather usual in such cases?" Harry was smiling now. "It would only worry her. What chance should I have?" "Well, I don't agree with being too humble." "Oh, I don't know that I'm humble. Perhaps I think myself as good a man as you. But"--he laughed a little--"I'm Broadley of Mingham, not Tristram of Blent." "I see. That's it? And our friend the Major?" "I shouldn't so much mind having a turn-up with the Major." "But Tristram of Blent is--is too much?" "It's not your fault, you can't help it," smiled Bob. "You're born to it and----" He ended with a shrug. "You're very fond of her?" Harry asked, frowning a little. "I've been in love with her all my life--ever since they came to Seaview. Fairholme wasn't dreamed of then." He spoke of Fairholme with a touch of bitterness which he hastened to correct by adding--"Of course I'm glad of their good luck." "You mean, if it were Seaview still and not Fairholme----?" "No, I don't. I've no business to think anything of the sort, and I don't think it," Bob interposed quickly. "You asked me a question and I answered it. I'm not in a position to know anything about you, and I'm not going to say anything." "A good many reasons enter into a marriage sometimes," remarked Harry. "Yes, with people like you. I know that." His renewed reference to Harry's position brought another frown to Harry's face, but it was the frown of thoughtfulness, not of anger. "I can't quarrel with the way of the world, and I'm sure if it does come off you'll be good to her." "You think I don't care about her--about her herself?" "I don't know, I tell you. I don't want to know. I suppose you like her." "Yes, I like her." He took the word from Bob and made no attempt to alter or to amplify it. Bob was mounting now; the hour was late for him to be abroad and work waited him in the morning. "Good-night, Tristram," he said, as he settled in his saddle. "Good-night. And, Bob, if by any chance it doesn't come off with me, you have that turn-up with the Major!" "Well, I don't like the idea of a foreign chap coming down and---- But, mind you, Duplay's a very superior fellow. He knows the deuce of a lot." "Thinks he does, anyhow," said Harry, smiling again. "Good-night, old fellow," he called after Bob in a very friendly voice as horse and rider disappeared up the road.